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talkin of munters, ur mum came near me, i dont want her,
had to either punt her or get lost in her cunt fur,
10 outer circle en route to birkhill man wat a sight,
chewnieswingers galore they like 'here, got a light?'
shit wat a fright, half 10 at night, losin my rag,
bird swaggers up...ugly fucker...asks for a fag,
im like 'damn you so ugly, KJ look like a stud.'
her burberry bodyguard saunters up, looks like a fud.
'eioy beggoy teckle man u slaggin meh lass?'
next thing he in ninewells wit my tartan cap in his ass.
ha! fuck knows i aint rapped for ages
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